|Author: We Ain’t Fish||Original Source: SFACG||Word Count: 2019 characters|
|Translator: Nexus||English Source: Re:Library||Word Count: 1205 words|
|Translation Checker: Silva||Editor(s): Deximus_Maximus|
“Ha ~ what are you talking about, I don’t understand.”
“I said this one is Eleanor Hamelin.”
“No, no, no, I’m asking about the second half of your sentence.”
“This one is the founder of that organization.”
“I don’t care if you want to play house and refer to yourself as ‘this one’ or ‘that one’, honestly, I don’t care at all. However, to pass yourself as the founder of that organization, what are you trying to play at?”
The short figure emerged from the darkness, revealing their profile.
Long silver-white hair, a pale face that has not seen the sun for a long time, looks almost twenty years old, but the eyes are extremely deep, almost like that of a 60-year-old woman.
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The pointed ears confirmed that she was undoubtedly an elf, except that the elf was short and somewhat abnormal, with a twenty-year-old face. But a height that could be confused for a twelve-year-old.
“This one is telling the truth, that organization was indeed created by this one ten years ago.”
“Stop joking around, the founder of that organization is…”
“One who stood at the pinnacle of the continent right?” the silver-haired elf smiled, “that is without a doubt this one.”
No away, for even the finest fighter to be stuck in this cell. Did she slip up or something? From the look of it, the auction house may be scarier than I initially thought. Should I ask my mother for help directly?
Yes, my mother gave me a red crystal before I left, and now it is hanging on my neck as an ordinary-looking decoration. However, that crystal is not ordinary, my mother gave it to me as insurance for a life and death scenario.
“My adorable daughter, this is a crystal that can broadcast your coordinates to all dragons that can use teleportation magic. If you encounter any danger, use your lifeblood force to crush it, as long as they can still move, every dragon capable of teleportation will appear to help you tear up the enemy in front of you.”
As soon as I use it, all of the adult dragons will teleport in, and I am afraid that the entire Luminous Theocracy will be razed to the ground.
No, no, I have to think of a solution again. I don’t think my situation is really that desperate.
More importantly, the self-proclaimed strongest in the continent Eleanor Hamelin is here, and while she may look incompetent now, that should just be because she’s restricted by the Madrica Silver. As long as I help her get out of the restraints, then she’ll be a huge boost to our potential.
“You’re sister Eleanor?”
Eh? The Fairy Elf Weir know her?
“Oh, so it’s little Weir. I haven’t seen you in years. You’re so big already.”
“It’s really… Sister Eleanor.”
Weir suddenly pounced on the railing, grasped the railing tightly with both hands and cried excitedly, “I … I thought you were dead Sister Eleanor.”
Eleanor also let out a sigh, but tears were clearly visible in her eyes, “Stupid girl, how could I die, I am your sister Eleanor.”
“But … but didn’t they say they can’t sell you and should just dispose of you directly, Sister Eleanor?”
Can’t sell? Dispose of?
“Well … I haven’t been dealt with, I’m just being held here, but if no one wants to buy me before I turn twenty-five, I’m afraid they really will dispose of me.”
“Then… what should we do? If I recall, Sister Eleanor should already be twenty-four years old…”
“What to do huh… There’s only…”
“Wait a minute!” I suddenly interrupted them, and then asked Eleanor, “What the hell is not selling?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Eleanor shrugged extremely casually. “I am also a slave at the auction house …”
“Didn’t you say you were the founder of that organization? Why are you a slave at the auction house now.”
“Yeah, that organization was a self-rescue organization composed of the slaves at the auction house, which was created ten years ago.”
The slave’s self-rescue organization? So that’s why the pattern on the badge is a canary standing outside the cage?
“The continent’s top power…”
“It’s just a gimmick for this one to coax people into joining.”
“Just…. a gimmick you say…”
“Yeah, it’s a gimmick. After all, if you want to be a good leader, you must have a strong identity, and this may make some righteous fools help us for free.”
In other words, the uncle is Fool no.1 and I am Fool no. 2?
“But … haven’t you given artifacts that can help others improve their strength, and weapons and the like? That isn’t something that slaves can take.” I asked a little unwillingly.
“That’s true.” Eleanor tilted her head for a moment and thought, “I think those are just things that sold slaves have stolen from their master’s home.”
“They are indeed a subordinate of this one. How wise and brave they are.”
“What nonsense are you spouting about!!!! You’re obviously just a slave, and yet you’re even more pretentious than me… this great one, I’m going to kill you!”
“Big Sis, calm down! You’re still in the cell, you can’t hit her.”
“Let me go, if I don’t bury these scammers alive, I wouldn’t be able to call myself Lilith anymore!”
“No… don’t, there’s no point for you to bury them alive, and isn’t escaping our top priority right now?”
Ah… that’s right, the most important thing now is to escape. But for now, it doesn’t seem like the self-rescue organization founded by the slaves will be able to help us.
Speaking of which, the reason why the auction house has been unable to find any traces of that organization is because they’ve always been inside the auction hall huh? Is this the so-called Hiding a Tree in the Forest?
Alas… what to do, do I really have no choice but to cry for help? Damn it, how could this magnificent Dragon Princess, Artemis Niger Lilith, do such a shameful thing? And it’s only been two days since I came to the human world. If I ask for help now, I’m afraid mom wouldn’t let me come to the human world anymore out of concern.
Will my journey end before it even started?
Aaaah, what should I do, why did I encounter so many scammers on my journey? God, can’t you just give me a reliable teammate? If you do, I would be willing to accept being called flat-chested.
“Yo, small chested sister over there, you seem to be upset.”
“I warn you, don’t call me a flat chested little sister or I’ll make you another 20 cm shorter.”
“Well, aren’t you grumpy… but don’t worry, this one is broad-minded so I won’t mind your rudeness.”
“What the hell do you want to say?”
“Although this one does not have the strength you want, I have the two things you need most~”
“What would that be?”
Eleanor pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her dirty clothes and threw a wink at me, “Uh-huh~ this here is a detailed map of the auction house and a perfect escape plan…”